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Master/Master smut
Just something I jotted down during a messenger chat with my best friend, encouraging her to write smut for me.
Title: Narcissism
Author: Lucy Saxon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Master/Master (Ainley and Simm respectively)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 551
Summary: If an existing plot and characterisation are what you're looking for you must be lost because here there be nothing but sweaty mansecks. You know, the good kind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, apart from a Laser Screwdriver and a rather scary John Simm shrine.
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The Master guides himself slowly into the 'younger man's' tight heat. Pushing in shallow before pulling out again, repeating this a few times of pushing in a little more each time before pulling back out. It's driving him insane but it's about the power of watching the younger man come undone beneath him. It's about hearing the whimpers and pleas that he knows that no one else could elicit from him.
Even the Doctor himself could not make him beg. Although now he was practically begging for it like a cheap prossie and the Master revelled in it. Both impressed and disgusted at his later incarnation's wanton lust, the Master lunged forward for a furious kiss. After a short while the Master thrusts hard into the younger man, eliciting a sharp cry from him that bordered on pain and pleasure before settling on a rhythm.
"Touch yourself" the Master commanded.
Normally the younger man would not oblige such a command from anyone but by now all coherent thoughts be damned and the drumming is so distant now that all he can do is obey. So he slowly moves his hand to his cock and wraps his fingers tight around it and begins fisting in time with the frantic thrusts that he is feeling from the Master. The shallow noises he is making is drowned out by the body above him, groaning heavily and thrusting into him.
"Oh, fuck. Harder! Fucking faster dammit!" demanded the younger man.
Conceding to the desperate pleas, the Master sought for balance on the floor and began slamming into the younger man with all his might. Beneath him the younger man began thrashing his head, moaning obscenities the Master had wondered when he had even learnt them and completely lost in the sensation of it all. With the intense pace and friction the Master knew he wouldn't last much longer but he'd be damned if he were going to come undone before his future incarnation.
With that in mind he reaches to the younger man's cock and curls his hand around it, fighting for purchase against the younger man's hand and starts to stroke it fast and desperate. He knows himself. He knows exactly what to do to send his future self over the edge and he ruthlessly uses this knowledge to his advantage.
The Master continues to thrust hard, hitting his future incarnation's prostate every other thrust while fisting him with equal measure. After a few moments of this the younger man arches his back and shudders as he finds his release with a quiet shout while his hot liquid spills over the hand of the Master and onto his stomach, the buzz of the drums completely drowned out now by the blood rushing through his veins and the frenzied beating of his hearts. Riding out the aftershocks, it only takes a couple more thrusts before the Master comes completely undone, buried deep inside himself. The Master lets out a guttural shout as he comes, his fingers clenching into the floor. He tries to regain control but he shudders anyway as he comes, filling the younger man with his orgasm.
"This is narcissism at its finest isn't it?"
"It's a little late to care about that now so shut up and let me get some sleep."
Title: Narcissism
Author: Lucy Saxon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Master/Master (Ainley and Simm respectively)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 551
Summary: If an existing plot and characterisation are what you're looking for you must be lost because here there be nothing but sweaty mansecks. You know, the good kind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, apart from a Laser Screwdriver and a rather scary John Simm shrine.
The Master guides himself slowly into the 'younger man's' tight heat. Pushing in shallow before pulling out again, repeating this a few times of pushing in a little more each time before pulling back out. It's driving him insane but it's about the power of watching the younger man come undone beneath him. It's about hearing the whimpers and pleas that he knows that no one else could elicit from him.
Even the Doctor himself could not make him beg. Although now he was practically begging for it like a cheap prossie and the Master revelled in it. Both impressed and disgusted at his later incarnation's wanton lust, the Master lunged forward for a furious kiss. After a short while the Master thrusts hard into the younger man, eliciting a sharp cry from him that bordered on pain and pleasure before settling on a rhythm.
"Touch yourself" the Master commanded.
Normally the younger man would not oblige such a command from anyone but by now all coherent thoughts be damned and the drumming is so distant now that all he can do is obey. So he slowly moves his hand to his cock and wraps his fingers tight around it and begins fisting in time with the frantic thrusts that he is feeling from the Master. The shallow noises he is making is drowned out by the body above him, groaning heavily and thrusting into him.
"Oh, fuck. Harder! Fucking faster dammit!" demanded the younger man.
Conceding to the desperate pleas, the Master sought for balance on the floor and began slamming into the younger man with all his might. Beneath him the younger man began thrashing his head, moaning obscenities the Master had wondered when he had even learnt them and completely lost in the sensation of it all. With the intense pace and friction the Master knew he wouldn't last much longer but he'd be damned if he were going to come undone before his future incarnation.
With that in mind he reaches to the younger man's cock and curls his hand around it, fighting for purchase against the younger man's hand and starts to stroke it fast and desperate. He knows himself. He knows exactly what to do to send his future self over the edge and he ruthlessly uses this knowledge to his advantage.
The Master continues to thrust hard, hitting his future incarnation's prostate every other thrust while fisting him with equal measure. After a few moments of this the younger man arches his back and shudders as he finds his release with a quiet shout while his hot liquid spills over the hand of the Master and onto his stomach, the buzz of the drums completely drowned out now by the blood rushing through his veins and the frenzied beating of his hearts. Riding out the aftershocks, it only takes a couple more thrusts before the Master comes completely undone, buried deep inside himself. The Master lets out a guttural shout as he comes, his fingers clenching into the floor. He tries to regain control but he shudders anyway as he comes, filling the younger man with his orgasm.
"This is narcissism at its finest isn't it?"
"It's a little late to care about that now so shut up and let me get some sleep."